It was not so much the content of the spoken words, but the willingness to match her muteness with our own. To sit in silence and to meet her gaze; to mindfully connect through touch; to enter her space, her world, with her as teacher. It takes more than a measure of courage and honesty to open to grace; does it not? Yet why would we not? What payback or reward could possibly compare to that elusive place where intimacy resides?
The lane, dusted with sugary snow, carves a path through mown fields. Just over the hill they come, gazing at first, then shoot forth in unison like frantic dancers, their hooves and limbs churning to lift their muscled bodies. Swift passage then stillness.
Candles flicker in the distance over the warm hearth as we draw near, the house and trees in silhouette against the evening sky. Conversations rise up within us even before we reunite. Such is the blessing of this family. Such is the blessing of this time.
Along the trail today we found a pile of bones picked clean of fur and muscle. Nudging the skull from its frozen bed I turned to the small child watching me, his eyes holding wonder. Was it death he saw or the way I touched the snow-dusted bones? Those young eyes. How they told me to leave the remnants there.
We were granted a point for our creative efforts in containing the elaborate digging project begun by Maude, but the pups secured an easy win with their resourcefulness in slipping under and jumping over the netting. Humans 3, Dogs 1
Call us cocky, but with 7 yards of hog's fuel spread over the entire back yard, we've got a leg up on these pups. The frozen mud is out of sight and the chips smell divine. As for Maude and her aiding and abetting pal, Eli, they're already scratching around at every opportunity. Next up, Astro Turf.
Among other wonders of our lives, we are alive with one another, we walk here in the light of this unlikely world that isn't ours for long. May we spend generously the time we are given. May we enact our responsibilities as thoroughly as we enjoy our pleasures. May we see with clarity, may we seek a vision that serves all beings, may we honor the mystery surpassing our sight, and may we hold in our hands the gift of good work and bear it forth whole, as we were borne forth by a power we praise to this one Earth, this homeland of all we love. "A Prayer among Friends" by John Daniel, from Of Earth
Normal life can be extraordinary. ~ excerpted from Today's Step newsletter Some days offer more clarity than others on this simple notion. Today, for me, is one such day. To finding and accepting the extraordinary amid the flotsam and jetsam of life, and to honoring the sacred that resides there.